To Whom It May Concern Poem by Ponniah Ganeshan

May you be seen in photos of newspapers and television
With the same apron with shawl as a snake
Coiled around your neck,
Talking childish words of my mother tongue borrowed

May you be seen in my temple, mixing with our devotees
With holy ash and saffron powder displaying
On your forehead

May you be seen with pomp's and shows
Singing and dancing as if you won the war
For the utter genocidal on your reprisal.
Still I hear the voices, crying and weeping
Of innocent women and children
Out of their early graves.

Nauseating smell
Of decomposed dead bodies.
Is stinking out of the photos in newspapers and television
Where you appear

Lord Buddha also appeared in my dream
With full of grief
And disappeared suffocating
Into the ocean of KINDNESS